Gold broker and top stream BE

Things are far from over.

Three days later, Shen Fei's mailbox was filled with photos secretly taken by paparazzi, all of which were images of Xie Li at the bar that day, and the figures were clearly visible under the messy light.

There is no doubt that they have been blackmailed, and the names shown in the mailboxes are familiar to both of them. It is an entertainment company that specializes in breaking the news about the private lives of artists. Not only Shen Fei, but also Xie Li have fought against this company many times, and the public opinion battle has been fierce. It was extremely fierce, but still unable to defeat these paparazzi.

This time the sneak shot threat is like malicious revenge. On a deeper level, Xie Li also understands that competitors are looking for trouble for Zhou Ye. This series of arrangements cannot be said to be all deliberate, but as long as there are a few key links in it, this game of chess is over. Formed:

They want to prove that Zhou Ye's manager is crooked.

This is a clever and vicious topic, only fans will not allow the staff around their idols to have such attributes, they will feel dangerous, for fear that their idols will be misled, once some fans concluded: fire prevention, theft prevention, backyard protection, Focus on anti-brokers in your own backyard.

The elimination mechanism in the entertainment industry is full of weirdness, selfishness and cruelty. No artist can afford the consequences, and no company is willing to take this risk.

However, the other party did not intend to kill them all this time. There was room for negotiation of 1200 million. If they wanted to buy back these photos and cut off the source of information, they had to give money and blatantly blackmail them.

Shen Fei asked him: "A Li, what do you want to do?"

Shen Fei said that Xie Li, as an important member of Tianheng Huanyu's studio, can pay the money for him to suppress this matter, but he has to think about the terms of exchange and the way forward.

Xie Li didn't make a choice right away, he asked Shen Fei to give him 24 hours to think about it, and Shen Fei agreed.

He drove home, locked himself in a dark room, and replied one message at a time. His tone was the same as before. Even Zhou Ye didn't notice it. He was too busy, busy with filming, publicity, and coping. As for the producer, Xie Li is extremely fortunate that Zhou Ye is so busy at the moment that he cannot be distracted from thinking about him, otherwise he is very likely to show his flaws.

He sat in the dark and thought a lot. The world of adults is both complicated and simple. It is nothing more than a balance of interests. He thought about it rationally, whether the relationship between his interests and Zhou Ye's interests in the past few years is positive for both of them. Assuming that Zhou Ye would suffer losses without him in the future, the answer is——

No.

Zhou Ye's studio team is mature, and each department can operate independently. The agent is just a business manager. Strictly speaking, it's the same for anyone. He can't even think of a reason for relying on him.

Over the years, Zhou Ye has been surrounded by all kinds of people, including popular artists and family members of producers. If Zhou Ye is willing to accept them, it will be really helpful to his future, unlike himself, except for a thin heart , no money at all.

After weighing and thinking about it, he felt that this incident reminded himself that the workplace is not a campus after all, and "will we be together forever" is a false proposition full of childishness.

Maybe, it's time to leave. The time of parting appeared abruptly, but within reason.

"Shen Fei, I will explain to Zhou Ye about the job transfer tomorrow, please help me to publicize the photos." Xie Li typed this sentence in only three seconds.

No self-blame, no resentment, no collapse, unprecedented clarity.

To some extent, he is a very ruthless person to himself.

It was like this a year ago, and it still hasn’t changed a year later. The only thing that has changed is that after he left the Tianheng Huanyu Building this time, he didn’t go home directly, but went to a tattoo parlor that didn’t require an appointment.

The tattoo shop is quite small, and the location is very remote. It seems that there are not many customers usually. Although it is open 24 hours, there is only one tattoo artist left in the shop.

Xie Li walked into the store and rang the wind chime on the door. The tattoo artist put his feet on the table with headphones on. He was startled when he heard the sound. He guessed that there would be customers at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. His chair tilted , shouted "Welcome", but his voice fell out after half of the words, and he was really stunned for several seconds when he saw the person in front of him clearly.

The man who came in had a white shirt and silver-rimmed glasses. He was handsome and clean. He really didn't look like the kind of person who would come in for tattoos. He even wanted to cover up his flowery arms just by looking at it.

But he did come in and asked himself the price. The tattoo artist hung the earphones around his neck and asked him, "Do you have any patterns you want to tattoo?"

The other party handed over a piece of paper with a string of letters written on it. The tattoo artist didn't know it, so he was curious while preparing the tattoo gun: "Is this in English?"

The other party said indifferently, "Italian."

The tattoo artist said "oh", no wonder it was unfamiliar, most of the customers in the store have tattoos, either in English with meaning, Italian is really rare, it belongs to those who have seen it but don't know the meaning, so it is more private ?The tattoo artist couldn't help but guess curiously.

The time between the two of them was very short, and the customer had obviously already planned it.

After selecting the tattoo site, the tattoo artist first drew a general pattern, showed him a mirror, and asked his opinion. To be honest, the tattoo artist felt that if he was the customer's friend at the moment, he would stop him. Her skin was fair and clear, and the black handwriting seemed to be splashed with a line of ink on white paper, which was a bit inconsistent.

But now he is a profitable businessman, and naturally what the customers say is what he wants.

After tattooing, people who get tattooed for the first time will not be used to it, and some people have to take it slowly when the pain is unbearable, but this customer is very quiet, but the tattooist paused for a few seconds when the tattoo was halfway through. , Under the shadowless lamp, he observed that the customer's eyelashes are wet, is it too painful?He was a little suspicious of his technique, or maybe the part of the tattoo was very delicate.

"If you really can't bear it, you can tell me." The tattoo artist wiped off the blood stains on the skin, and relaxed his movements a little.

The person lying on the tattoo bed did not speak, but closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Xie Li didn't feel much pain, this tattoo was a gift he gave himself when he was parting, and he had to be happy when he received the gift, it was no different from wishing for a reward.

The long-lasting stinging pain became numb, and his thoughts drifted away. Suddenly, during this rare free time, he remembered a long time ago, when he and Su Siqi were sitting on the bar drinking and chatting. It was autumn, and the light at the bar was as dim as here. After three rounds, Su Siqi suddenly asked him:

"A Li, why do you like Zhou Ye?"

This is a good question, Xie Li thought.

He put down his wine glass and asked Su Siqi like this: "Have you heard the story of Aladdin's magic lamp?"

He said: "Once upon a time, there was a young man named Aladdin who was trapped in a cave full of traps. He found an oil lamp, and as long as he rubbed it, a lamp god would appear, and he would realize what Aladdin said. When I was a child, I especially liked this story and thought, if only I had a magic lamp, it would be great.”

"When I was six years old, I woke up from the hospital. The doctor asked me what I wanted, and I said, I want Mom and Dad. He didn't say anything, and I knew that my wish could not be fulfilled. The doctor is not Aladdin's god. Lamp, he has no magic,"

"It's been a long, long time. I've grown to the age where I don't need fairy tales. Someone suddenly appeared,"

"He was so nice to me, so nice like a fairy tale,"

"I want to eat Bozai Cake, so he ran two streets to buy it. I was too lazy to get up, but I hoped that there would always be empty seats in the library. He helped me to line up. I couldn't sort out the party list. He went first to the important people. I put a mark on my name, and pretended that I hadn’t done such a thing. I wanted to get the director, so he quietly entrusted someone to give me the contact information of the director’s assistant,”

"He always said, my agent is really good, he can do everything,"

"I'm actually a man trapped in a cave with nothing, so barren,"

It's just a coincidence that I met my lamp god.

"God is really good to me,"

"Siqi, many of my things are bestowed by God, but there is no endless grace in the world. Maybe the price has already been marked behind the scenes. In fairy tales, there are only three wishes that can be fulfilled by a magic lamp, and I wish too much."

The tattoo didn't take too long, and there's a little redness where the black lettering was, but it's in good condition.

Xie Li finally returned home.

When he entered the house, he glanced at his watch. There were still 5 hours before he left for the airport. He didn't read any news, but directly took out the SIM card of the mobile phone and threw it into the wastebasket.

The world is completely quiet.

He washed his face in the sink, and the person in the mirror was pale and haggard, with tired eyes.

He closed his eyes and thought about his work arrangement as usual every day, thinking about the matters to be connected after tomorrow's landing, and stuffed the information into his mind almost violently, going through it over and over again, but the next second, he suddenly rushed into The bathroom vomited.

He vomited so violently that he almost spat out bile.

The location of the tattoo also seemed to be on fire, causing him to curl up in pain.

Fate, he knew, had at last withdrawn all its gifts.

The author says:

Confession in the next chapter

I hope each of us can find our own Djinn